Darkness swallows the living room. Couch leather sticks to my skin. Eyes flutter open. Where are they? Michel. Muriel. Gone. Panic claws my chest. Alone in this stranger’s huge apartment. Heart thuds loud. Think of you, Andrew, home alone after dinner. Phone dead on silent. What time? Midnight? Later?
Sandals whisper on. Parquet creaks underfoot. Soft groan. Balcony calls. Need bearings in this unfamiliar neighborhood. Door ajar. Cool night air slips in. City hums faint below. Then… rustle. Fabric shifts. Heavy breaths. Wet smack. Muffled.
The Contact
Peek out. Shadows dance. Muriel first. Legs spread wide. Bare toes grip cold tiles. Shoes neat beside. Back arched like a bow. Head thrown back. Eyes half-shut. Hands clutch rail hard. Proud, tense. Ship’s prow slicing night.
Michel behind. Hips piston. Bass slams her cheeks. Dull thwack-thwack. Dress bunched at waist. He gropes her tits. Pinches nipples rough. She gasps low. I freeze. Can’t look away. Pussy twitches. Betrayal burns, but heat builds.
Their whispers cut sharp. ‘Please… don’t stop. So fucking good in my ass.’ Her voice husky, choked. ‘You know you’ve got the best ass I’ve ever fucked.’ His growl raw. Familiar intimacy stabs me. Tutoiement like a slap. They’ve done this before. Without me.
Balcony hangs open. Neighborhood dead quiet. Houses dark. Windows black. But lights flicker distant. Someone up? Curtain twitch? Silhouettes glow faint under moon. One yell, lights blaze. Neighbors gawk. Whole block knows.
I stay. Hidden in shadow. Hand dives skirt. Fingers find slick folds. Wet already. Stroke slow. Match their rhythm. Jealousy twists with lust. Her tight peach hole—tasted it earlier—stretches around his thick cock. In and out. Glistening. Balls slap.
The Indiscretion
She pushes back. Toes curl. Rail rattles soft. ‘Harder… fuck my ass!’ He grunts. Faster. Skin claps louder. Sweat beads. Nipples hard peaks. He twists them. She bites fist. Stifle moan. Wind carries scent—musk, sex. Parquet cool under my knees now. Peep closer.
Orgasm builds in me too. Fingers plunge. Thumb circles clit. Their pace frantic. She shudders. Ass clenches. ‘Coming… oh fuck!’ Whisper cracks. He thrusts deep. Groan buried in her neck. Cum floods her. Drip down thighs.
They slump. Panting soft. Kiss lazy. Ignore me. World spins. Pull back quiet. Couch calls. Slip away. Sandals off. Curl fetal. Eyes shut. Pretend sleep. Heart hammers ribs. Secret sears.
Dawn creeps. They stir. No words. I dress silent. Hallway empty. Elevator dings far. Hold breath. Slip out building. Street cold. Metro rush. Home path blurs. Cross neighbor in stairwell—old lady. Smiles polite. Knows nothing. Pulse roars. Your bed waits. Letters burn in bag. Tell you? Or bury deeper?
Thigh aches sticky. Their cum scent clings. Shower scalds. But thrill lingers. Risk. Indiscretion. Neighborhood slept. We didn’t.